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"Hehe, my obscurity is because I am not a Bao Dan Realm master, otherwise my fame would not be much less than Elder Ye's."

Qin Yu gave a faint smile, his tone soft but firm.

Being challenged by a Bao Dan Realm powerhouse was inglorious to begin with. Had he and Ye Qianzhong been of the same realm, he was confident he would completely shatter the old man's bones.

"Before I broke through to the Bao Dan Realm, I devoted myself to cultivation and paid no attention to worldly affairs. Unlike you, young man, who stirs up trouble all the time, bringing trouble upon yourself!"

Ye Qianzhong also knew the art of words. The implied meaning was that Qin Yu lacked ability yet liked to cause problems; it was his fault that he ended up in this situation today.

"The truth always lies in the hands of the powerful, so whatever you say goes, right?"

Qin Yu shrugged and said indifferently.

Arguing with Ye Qianzhong wouldn't solve today's issue. The only way forward was to fight and speak afterwards.

"Young man, how about this: since you think I am bullying the weak due to my strength, I will let you take three moves without fighting back!"

Ye Qianzhong, after all, was a Bao Dan Realm powerhouse, possessing a highly respected name in Jianghu. He was quite mindful of his own reputation.

If he used heavy-handed methods to dispose of Qin Yu right from the start, it would tarnish his illustrious image.

"Oh, then thank you, Elder Ye!"

Qin Yu's eyes brightened, not intending to miss such a good opportunity.

If the opponent didn't fight back, and he still couldn't win, it really wouldn't be the other party's fault, but rather a testament to his own weakness.

"My words always carry weight!"

Ye Qianzhong stood with his hands behind his back, his expression haughty.

"Elder Ye, then I won't hold back, watch out!"

After a greeting, Qin Yu took a step forward, his strength rising from his legs, driving his waist and horse stance to unify, and ultimately, the violent energy swirling around his fist, smashing straight into Ye Qianzhong's chest.

Whoosh...

With all his might behind the attack, the force generated caused even Ye Qianzhong's artistically long hair to flutter in the air.

"Wow, this guy named Qin Yu seems quite formidable!"

"To be personally challenged by Ye Qianzhong, he must not be some nobody!"

"Still, with Ye Qianzhong daring to give him three moves first, I doubt Qin Yu can make much of a splash!"

The fight had only just begun, and the onlookers were already causing an uproar.

Swish...

Ye Qianzhong sidestepped and retreated, Qin Yu's fist just brushing past his chest.

He truly didn't fight back, only using nimble footwork to dodge.

"That's one move!"

Ye Qianzhong narrowed his eyes, internally noting the young man's impressive combat strength at such an age. Given time, he could not be sure he could still best him.

Today, he had to eliminate this threat in its infancy.

"Good, come again!"

For the first time, Qin Yu clearly sensed the speed of a Bao Dan Realm master, difficult to catch with the naked eye.

No wonder Han Bing had said that a Bao Dan Realm master could handle ten of him with no problem. With such speed, Qin Yu could fight all day and not even touch the opponent's clothes, while a single punch from the opponent could claim his life.

"If you have any sure-kill moves, feel free to use them!"

Ye Qianzhong nodded.

"Creak..."

Qin Yu's shoes rubbed rapidly against the marble floor, his body charging towards Ye Qianzhong like a rhinoceros.

This move was the Iron Mountain Lean, the most classic technique from Bajiquan.

It was immensely powerful and overwhelmingly mighty. Even if he were facing a wall at this moment, Qin Yu was confident he could break through it.

Thud.....

Possibly to show off his own prestige, Ye Qianzhong surprisingly did not dodge this time but instead circulated his True Qi, creating a faint layer of airflow around his body.

Protective True Qi!

He had always cultivated the way of the Outer Rivers and Lakes, and with the addition of Protective True Qi, his defense was fully stacked.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yu's elbow crashed into Ye Qianzhong like a battle-axe.

A muffled sound ensued.

If one were to close their eyes, it would feel like a car crash had just occurred.

Thump thump.....

Damn!

Qin Yu's eyes widened; the move that had easily taken down Nangong Kui did nothing to Ye Qianzhong. Not only did it fail to push him back, but the resulting recoil forced Qin Yu to stagger back more than ten meters to stabilize his stance.

"Your second move!"

Ye Qianzhong gently patted away the non-existent dust from his body.

"Magnificent, Senior Ye!"

After a light compliment, Qin Yu quickly circulated his mental method to suppress the tumultuous flow of Qi and blood. His thoughts began to shift. What martial technique should he use if he had only one chance left?

If he were to use the final move of Seven Injuries Fist and it didn't injure Ye Qianzhong, Qin Yu would be left recoiling as a cripple, like fish on a chopping board, helpless and with no chance to even flee.

But using other martial techniques would be like tickling Ye Qianzhong—this old guy's Protective True Qi is just too damn strong.

For a moment, Qin Yu felt an excruciating frustration. In the end, he decided to conserve some strength and try using wrestling techniques he'd learned in the army. Ye Qianzhong had said he wouldn't fight back, which made him effectively a human target—Qin Yu wondered if he could manage to knock him down.

After making up his mind, Qin Yu exhaled a turbid breath and said, "Senior Ye, I am making my third move!"

"Don't worry, I won't fight back!"

Ye Qianzhong was extremely confident in his agility and defensive capabilities.

"Alright, take this!"

Qin Yu's body tensed up slightly, like a ferocious tiger descending a mountain. He darted forward and reached for Ye Qianzhong's shoulders.

Ye Qianzhong repeated his old trick, sliding to the side once more, but this time Qin Yu had anticipated the move. His hands did not truly grasp Ye Qianzhong's shoulders, but rather, his body followed the slide, and he wrapped his arms around Ye Qianzhong, simultaneously swiftly moving to his back, prepared to forcefully execute a wrestling throw.

"There's hope!"

From the crowd, Lu Wenrou exclaimed excitedly. She also hailed from the military and understood the effectiveness of wrestling techniques. If Qin Yu succeeded this time, he would undoubtedly leave Ye Qianzhong in the dust.

Otherwise, it would be quite a blow to his pride if he failed to land a hit after being granted three moves.

"Hey!"

Ye Qianzhong realized that he had underestimated Qin Yu behind him. His legs spread apart and he planted himself in a horse stance, like an old tree taking root, his feet dug slightly into the ground.

Qin Yu's face turned red with effort from behind, but he couldn't manage to throw him.

After a few seconds of deadlock, Qin Yu let go sensibly, and sheepishly said, "Senior Ye, your skill at 'Weighted Drop' is impressive!"

"It's mediocre, just practiced it for fifty or sixty years!"

Ye Qianzhong said lightly.

"Three moves have passed, Senior Ye, you can make your move now!"

Even though Qin Yu knew deep down that the gap between him and Ye Qianzhong was immense, once on the stage, he had to fight to the end, even if it meant risking his life.

"No rush, I'll give you a minute to rest so you can't complain later!"

Ye Qianzhong waved his hand, displaying a sense of magnanimity.

"Thank you!"

Qin Yu didn't hesitate to accept; a minute's rest was a minute's rest. He seized the moment to regulate his breath and recover some of his strength.